Not Sorry

I shake my head. “No. You used to be the best realtor until you lost the most important account we had. Honestly, the only account that mattered since they made up almost sixty percent of our profit each year.”

Floyd still stands there, stunned.

But I don’t have time to deal with him. I brush past him and head straight toward my office, walking past Olive’s desk.

“Olive, I need to see you. Now,” I say with an angry voice.

I feel everyone’s eyes on us as Olive stands up and follows me into my office. I glance behind Olive to see the employees looking on with fear instead of suspicion over Olive and me.

This is going to be too easy.

Olive shuts the door. “We lost the Margo account? We have to fix this! If Jamie finds out, it’s going to destroy her. She’s worked too hard for this company to lose everything in a few days,” she says.

I nod. “I’m going to go speak with the CEO of Margo Enterprises in person and see if I can get things straightened out. I need you to keep everything running smoothly here for the rest of our accounts. We can’t afford to lose anyone else.”

I start gathering my things to leave. “What are you doing? Get to work!” I shout, letting my anger get the best of me.

Olive folds her arms across her chest and raises an eyebrow at me.

“I’m sorry. Olive, can you please get to work and help me straighten everything out? I don’t want to ruin Jamie’s company any more than you do.”

She grins.

I cock my head to one side. “What?”

“I just never thought I’d hear you say I’m sorry.”

I roll my eyes. “I guess there is a first time for everything.”

“I’ll help you…under one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You kiss me first. And promise to come to my apartment after work tonight.”

I grin. “I’ll do everything I can to get to your bed as quickly as I can.”

Her eyes light up.

I walk over to her, take her in my arms, and kiss her with everything I have. I forget about how much I’m screwing up by letting down one of my closest friends by basically ruining her company. I just kiss Olive until we hear a knock at the door.

I quickly let go of Olive and walk to the door while Olive stands, frozen.

“Yes?” I snap as I open the door.

“Here are my keys to the properties I was selling. I hope the whole company goes down in flames,” Floyd says, throwing his keys at me.

He turns and leaves. Olive pushes past me and walks out after him.

She’s mad at me. I can tell.

For firing Floyd? For yelling at her?

I’m not sure. I run my hand through my hair again and then rub my neck. I don’t have time to figure it out now. I have a company to save.

I flash her a we-will-talk-later-and-we-are-still-on-for-fucking-at-your-place-tonight look as I walk by her desk, but she doesn’t even glance up at me. Working with Olive is going to be harder than I thought.

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